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Chapter Twenty Four
Warning: Things get very dark at the end of this chapter, please proceed with caution! —————LUKAS————— My hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly, it's a miracle I didn't crack it. I was on edge. Rightfully so. Tonight may be the night that I kill that Russian Bastard. I wanted to get it over with. I know Rhea was mad at me for keeping things from her, but I didn't want her to worry. Her worrying might f**k everything up, because I know her hardheaded ass. She'd end up in the middle of the f*****g crossfire, and I can't have that. So if I have to deal with her little temper tantrum, so be it. Doesn't mean I like it though. I glanced at her, and she was looking out the window with her arms folded underneath her breasts, pouting. Fuck. She might act like a f*****g brat, b
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